Beauty

Walking on a frozen sidewalk
Trees glistening with white sparks,
As snow tumbles to the ground
Expensive boutiques pass me,
While on a famous avenue
Chanel, Burberry, de la Renta
A still figure in each window
In rhythm with the still snow
Holding hands on a holiday night
Winds snipping at your nose
Closed to the elegant stores
A blue box and white ribbon catches my eye
The silver necklace stands out like a piece of art
Catching the light like the sun
A thrill goes through me at the sight of beauty,
Almost feeling as if I’m Holly Golightly
Though needing to step back with a sensible view,
It remains in my head with a glitter and a spark

Beauty
By Leah Kanoff

What is beauty?
The shininess of a young girl’s hair as it glistens in the sun?
Or the single tear that falls from ones eye?
The aquamarine color in his eyes?
Or watching the poor young girl who sits on the hill and watches the sun rise?
What is beauty?
Beauty, the word that can contain a thousands meanings

What it is Like to Be a Vermonter

Remo Plunkett
Honors English 9
Miss Parent
November 5, 2008
Plunkett

Although Vermont is a small state, nevertheless I am still very proud to call myself a Vermonter because Vermont has had a great impact on my life. When I visit cities around the country I realize how much I love the landscape and people that accompany our little state. Our state’s tourist numbers prove my point. Many out of state citizens enjoy Vermont very much, from the lake to the mountains. I am proud, and grateful to have these opportunities in my backyard. As a Vermonter I feel a responsibility to preserve these attractions so others who are not as fortunate to live in Vermont can partake in their beauty as well. To me being a Vermonter is a privilege as well as a responsibility.

Sunset
Lake
Beauty

Love it
Love Vermont
Love life

Reflection
Of sun
On the water

Awesome

I'm wondering
About you
About others

I don't
know why

Or maybe
I do

I miss you

And I don't

I can't
Write more

This is
What I
Know

Forgotten Beauty
By: Derrick Spalding

The aurora light beats down across the city.
It is unseen from the lights and tall buildings.
People have forgotten the Earths beauty,
And in return have gotten greed and wars.
If we take the time to watch the world,
And forget our troubles for a little bit,
Our lives would be better and purer.
Rainbows, stars and waterfalls have become
Blocked out by the ever darkening lives,
Of the Earths many beauties.

The Beauty of Life
By: Derrick Spalding

In life people are given the gift
Of dreaming, believing, and love.
Dreaming is how people achieve greatness.
Believing is how people obtain hope.
Love is how people learn to live.
They can’t not be destroyed,
Only broken and repaired,
Stronger than before.
People who won’t allow themselves,
To dream, believe, and love,
Will lead a lonely life,
Through the plains of despair.
But the beauty of life is,
The people around you will never
Stop dreaming, believing, and loving you.

The sweet smell
Of the air
Out here, all alone
In these woods
Surrounded by
A myriad of colors
And uncountable lives
Every step brings
Something new
To my senses
The sound of a bird
Calling to its mate
A bug climbing
Up the trunk of a tree
The sound of
A nearby stream
Where the fish
Are swimming freely
Going wherever
The current takes them
The bear lying in wait

Only the best words make it this far...
so many others die on the tips of my fingers.
whether they just lost spirit or soul... or died completely,
still, only the best words make it this far.
From my heart to yours,
i write with something inside me pushing me on.
It is about the beauty of these words...
simple, yet so vivid and alive...
weaving around my fingers as i spur them on,

I watch her in the library
as she leans over
the magazine,
and I watch
as her eyes
pop out
of her head,
rolling onto
the glossy pages
adorned with
Magazine Girls.

She sees beauty,

but all I see
is one more person
with stolen eyes.

At the party
he was dancing.
crazy
Two-step-thrash-ska-free-style
and
He was serious.
tired of it all
he copes.
acting.
On-stage-too-much-no-thoughts
and
no one understands.
once he smiled
for me
gladly
sang-those-words-with-a-point
and
crashed so silently.
all he wants
what he needs
trust me.
Swear-you'll-be-there-for-him
and
Never play those games.

She wears the time on her sleeve,
the past ripping her clothes to shreds,
the future stitching it back together again.

Perhaps,
at one point.
she was what they would call
"Broken"
each fresh bruise on her arm,
each new line on her hips,
each painful step
One.
More.
Lie.

Perhaps,
she had tried to cover it so well.
The grades.
The extra time,
The extra friends.
The classes,

She has the body of a woman.
So many girls in our school look
like skeletons:
with only thin flesh,
and taut skin
stretched over sharp bones,
and expensive, styled hair
to protect them.
But she is different,
her body is soft,
not so angled.
I want
to hug her,
as strange as that sounds.
Her body looks comfortable
and warm,
but this year
I seem to be too nervous

What is worth saying
If there’s nothing to write?
Don’t ask if your interesting
But recognize the enormity and might,

Of every single day.
When you examine shade
do it in the light of May.
And when the sheets of night
are tucked up tight to your chin
don’t linger in the corner of sight.

Pull back shades and flood the room
string the stars with moon rays,

This photo was taken by Mount Mansfield Union High School student Jon Cabral. He used photo editing software to create the stark contrast of color to black and white. Cabral is interested in nature and the outdoors.

In the eyes of the beholder
By Ashley Durand
Hartford High School, Grade 9

“What do you know of beauty? Where is it found?” I asked the boy. I, myself, was exploring my very own complicated question.
“Um, well, I have no idea. In people, I suppose. Why do you ask?”

Reminder: Beauty & Hate submissions can be submitted through the end of day Friday.
Paper Beauty
By Annabel Bruno
Rutland High School, Grade 10

I was running
and I stopped to watch the paper.
the wind was cold
and the leaves were
red
the paper was cold too
but different.
Like the arctic

Beautiful Snow White

Simple contouring lines of a simply drawn face.
Dimmed thanks to a crystalline cover,
Surrounded by roses, posies, never fading in color
As time slowly passes.
A soft breath, so small, so light you cannot even see
Her chest moving.
Black hair, red lips skin so white it glistens.
Snow White, Snow White,
Beauty never fading...
Waiting...